Two addicts in a cocaine den...

Okay maybe it wasn't a cocaine den - but it sure as hell felt like it! My mother took me to a cookie sale this weekend - no big deal - just another church trying to raise money for what it needs. WRONG - This was the mother of all cookie sales!

You enter this gigantic fellowship hall, and buy a box - a bakery box that will hold about a dozen donuts. Once you have bought the box, you can fill it WITH WHATEVER YOU WANT (as long as the lid closes, which is such a minor detail). At the end of the room are eight foot tables in a horseshoe shape, full of cookies. Every kind you can imagine - and some you can't imagine. I forgot to count how many tables there were but I am guessing at least eight.

Of course, I didn't have my camera with me, so I took pictures on my cell phone. It looks like the camera would not have done me any good, because I am so deliriously shaky with excitement, that I can't hold the damn phone still. Notice those beautiful ornaments on the trees? Yes, they are made of cocaine - I mean cookies.